Ghost Hood Novels & Stories

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

I'm deep in the woods when something catches my attention, his built is familiar, not just at the party, I can swear I've met him before, plus him standing, like he's towering over something doesn't lessen my suspicion. I try to make my presence less noticeable moving between the trees, bending a little as I manouver my way to come from his back instead. Whatever he was staring down at, it's hard to tell, but the knife in his hands is too bold for me to miss. Without thinking, I pull the gun from my coat. A shot cracks through the air, and he drops with a cry, clutching his leg. Just then the red dress glows under the dim light and I meet with the unconscious figure on the bare ground.

“You’re officially a camper now.” “Almost.” Jenni crouches beside us. “We have to see if he can make it through the night.” “Are you sure you can stay out here all night?” I ask Hayden. “It can get pretty scary out here when it’s all dark and Gordon the Ghoul is wandering about.” “Who’s Gordon the Ghoul?” Hayden asks, settling onto one of the logs around the campfire. “You’ve never heard of him?” I lean closer to Hayden. “You know, Jenni here is terrified of him,” I stage whisper.

Something about the car felt awfully familiar and made a chill of fear trickle down her spine, rooting her to the spot. She watched, transfixed in horror, as the tinted glass window of the Volvo went down low enough so that the barrel of a gun could poke out of it. And that was when she saw the trigger being pulled, the sound of the gunshot loud in the air as she felt deaf to any other noise around her. * * *

“A neuro-inhibitor. It works fast. If he gets his hands on you, don’t hesitate. The neck or a major artery.” Zhedya’s calm instructions played in his head. The Ghost was focused, his eyes locked on his real target. I can’t let him kill Zhedya. It was pure instinct. Ian spun, the movement hidden by the Ghost’s own body. He drove the tiny needle deep into the side of the man’s neck and pressed the plunger. “You little…!” The Ghost gasped, his hand flying to the spot. His eyes went wide with shock, then confusion. His muscles seemed to lock up for a second, the gun wavering in his grip.

Static filled the screens. A hooded figure appeared. His face remained hidden. Only his voice could be heard. Calm. Distorted. “I was wondering when you’d discover the grave.” Amelia stared at the screen. “Who are you?” The figure chuckled. “You’ve been calling me…” “…the Ghost.” Every person in the room froze. Samuel Reid had been kidnapped. So if this was the Ghost… Then who had they been searching for all along? The figure slowly reached up and removed his hood.

In a palace where everyone else either feared my shadow or plotted to steal my throne, Thorne was the only wolf who looked at the King and simply saw his brother-in-arms. I reached up with my gloved fingers, carefully sliding the small hood off Ghost’s head. The white hawk blinked, his amber eyes instantly locking onto the open winter sky before he launched himself upward into the air with a powerful snap of his wings. He soared higher, sweeping circles above the fields. Normally, Ghost was an extension of my own mind, diving, tracking, and returning the exact microsecond my silver whistle sounded across the ridge. Today, my mind was a chaotic mess. Images of Ava’s sweating, pale face, the s

She looked quite beautiful in those huge jackets she put on with the flying rough sack which had some of her materials. Zeres didn't even bother answering her question about telling her his name, it would be good if she doesn't even know that his name was Zeres Hades was his name. His eyes kept scrutinizing the girl and of course, Abi noticed the weird stare. But she said nothing to dissuade him from doing that, she herself was starting to like the spirit he carried about him. Although, his aura felt somewhat terrible but she didn't falter nor feel scared. Zeres was stunned, he believed that this was the highest he could scare a human girl away without showing the full demon in him.

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.